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Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown
Charlie L. Wood
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Being the girlfriend of a successful rapper isn't all it's cracked up to be. Rhythm Baker, a successful occupational therapist, held it down for Raheem, her boyfriend of three years, without much complaining. After moving across the country to support his career and their relationship, Rhythm has grown increasingly uncomfortable with Raheem's inappropriate behavior and inflated ego. Feeling disrespected, unappreciated, and unheard, she moves out of the home they share, ending their relationship. Despite his recent moves, Raheem isn't willing to let her go so easily.
Channing Watson, a renowned music producer, meets Rhythm by chance when he's called by his mother to change a flat tire at her therapy clinic. With their connection unknown and instant attraction fueled by lust, a one-night stand becomes inevitable. Though she thought it was over, Rhythm and Channing continue to run into each other, and feelings become just as inevitable as the night of passion they shared. Complications arise when they discover that Channing is in fact Raheem's new producer and Rhythm is his ex.
Though their entanglement is messy, Rhythm and Channing's connection only grows deeper as they navigate the potential fallout that's sure to come. With Raheem unwilling to let go or do right, Rhythm is ready to move on and be happy, but will the solace she finds in Channing's presence be ruined once their relationship comes to the light?

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